Hendabdelsalam

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin

“No medicine cures what happiness cannot.”
― Gabriel García Márquez

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
― Alfred Tennyson

“They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude